Why Are My Tears Warm Novels & Stories

Mel’s tears from the previous day had held a strange effect on her. She had woken up the following morning with an odd feeling. Her previously heavy heart was now light as if she had expelled all the negative energy along with her tears the day before. The calmness she had woken up to washed over her like heavy rolls of a warm fog.

Then nothing. My eyes fixed on the ceiling. I didn’t blink much. I just stared, my breath visible in the chilled air as I tried to remember the last time I felt warm—really warm. Maybe the day Quincy held my hand at the lake. Or maybe before that, before him, when I still believed love could be simple. Now it feels like everything I touch turns to frost. The tears finally come, but they’re slow. Lazy. They roll down my temples and disappear into the freezing bath.

"What's all this about?" Her wide eyes blinked at me, clearly not expecting that. I grabbed a chair, dragged it closer to the bed, and sat down. Leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, I met her gaze head-on. I was close enough to see every detail of her trembling lips and wet lashes, close enough to notice the deliberate way she controlled even her tears. "Tears," I said flatly, "only matter when someone actually feels sorry for you. Otherwise, they’re just annoying."

The time that I fell, never being able to get back up. After all the images, a single tear streams down my face. My heart breaking again as it all becomes unbearable. Ryder looks up, at the wrong time. His eyes follow the tear on its descent down my cheek. Then, out of nowhere. He engulfs me in a huge and comforting hug. His arms tightly wrapping around my body and squeezing me to his warm body. And the tears start to actually flow. And not just one by one. More like, a thousand by a thousand. Each tear falling after the other so fast like a rushing river.

Tears run down my face, keeping my cheeks warm. I. . . . I don’t want to suffer anymore. Not again.

He rested his throat on my head before placing it into my neck, I could feel tiny hot breaths hit my neck slowly, the feeling giving me a certain kind of comfort. I tighten my hands around his neck more securely, my eyes falling shut. I tightened my hands around his neck with my eyes still shut tightly, the little hot breaths from his nose felt ticklish and comforting. Letting out a sigh, suddenly feeling tired as ever, out of nowhere, before I could blink, a tear slip out my tightly shut eyes. Why the heck am I crying now? The question popped into my head. It's probably because of the heat. Or cause I'm tired, really tired.

I wiped my eyes again, but the tears kept falling. "Then you're feeling sick, right?" My son asked again, looking worried and about to cry following me. His hand reached out to help me wipe away the traces of my tears. "Tell me… so Mom can feel more relieved... I want to know and I also don't like seeing you sad like this...." I shook my head, took a deep breath, and tried to hold back my tears, which had mostly come out earlier. "Don't. Mom, it's okay. Tears are a great way to channel stored emotions, not just sadness."

I heard him, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Before I knew it, my lips were quivering uncontrollably and then warm, wet tears spilled over my eyes and rolled down both my cheeks. I have never felt like this before, and I didn’t even realize that I had started crying until the tears streamed down my face. At first, I thought I was simply sad and upset; however, those emotions didn’t adequately explain what I was feeling.

And as he did, a sharp, unbearable pain pierced through my chest, so sudden and intense that it stole my breath. Then I felt something warm slide down my cheeks.I lifted my hand slowly and gently brushed my face, confused at first, before staring at my trembling fingers. They were wet. Tears. I was crying. I didn’t even realize when it had started. My chest tightened even more as I pulled myself away from the window, feeling exposed and weak, emotions I hated, acknowledging.

I took my attention away from them to face my girlfriend, her face was pale, that’s the Ac I guess? Her eyes were dull, couldn’t find the flickering light in her eyes whenever I look at them. I felt a stink in my heart. “I pulled her close to my body, inhaling her scent, she squeezed me tightly and my heart snakes deep in my chest. I felt her warm tears on my shirt, I tried to fight mine, but it was too late as the warm liquid flowed down freely along cheeks, what a beautiful to cry I thought to myself, cause I’m starting to think I’ve got no more tears to shed, but here I am.